Special Ordered, Arrived Yesterday

It’s been a little over a week since Ziltoidia departed for ports south. The weather has taken a decided dip into chilly since then, but I’m hoping Zilty has managed to make it far enough south that she’s out of the 50°F range we’re stuck in at the moment. I did a bit of house…

Turkey Testicle Festival They just had a story on my local NPR station about this. I was sure they were pulling my leg. I ran a quick Google on it. It really exists. Turkey leftovers no longer sound quite so appealing. (Make sure you check out The Turkey Testicle Festival Song while you’re there.) Can…

Joshua Tree National Park, Thursday afternoon, August 28th. I know you are supposed to start a story at the beginning, but sometimes the end is as good a place to start as any. Our last day of vacation in California before heading home was spent in one of the Socialist’s and my favorite places, Joshua…

Bruce Cockburn on the CD player, pacing the cage. The Socialist makes a point of pronouncing the “ck” in “Cockburn” (it’s properly pronounced Coe-burn). He does it just to annoy me. I suppose I’m cute when I’m annoyed. Never-the-less, I tend to play Cockburn’s music when the Socialist is out teaching, just to avoid getting…

I continue to build up stamina post-surgery, but it’s hard to make headway when the heat sucks the stamina right back out of me. When I first got back from the hospital I was falling asleep every couple of hours, but now I seem to have that reduced to a mid-afternoon siesta. I can take…

I think what makes us [cat people] feel superior is not that we have a cat in our homes, but that a cat has found us acceptable to live with. There’s a thrill in that that a dog owner will never know. -Haskel Frankel, Foreword to Dr. L. J. Camuti’s book “All My Patients Are…